"Now repeat what you said," He demanded.
Sir Hekinson who had gone over to stand by his side also came down. He took out his sword and placed it above both of his hands, presenting it to Eric.
"Y-your highness?" Sir Marques stuttered, his eyes wide as Prince Draveric swirled and adjusted the sword in his hand smoothly.
"Repeat!" Eric's voice was louder this time causing the men to flinch.
"Forgive me, Your Highness. I intended no disrespect." He fell on his knees, holding onto Eric's royal robe which he had put on earlier before entering the courtroom. It was a tradition.
Eric swayed the sword slightly and everyone held their breaths to witness the end of Sir Marques. Some even looked away in terror. They were aware of his temper so anything was expected from the Crown-prince.
